sometimes the ones you hold so close can make you cry
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but it's a pain in the ass to let 'em go
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with a battered wish you hoped that the monkey wore a tie
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but it's no surprise to find he don't
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put the pointed pencil in the pepper-po
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and take a little sniff of the things below
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bring it to a boil and simmer low
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put the noodle on the griddle as it climbs the Grobe
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watch the worker shield his heart from the world outside
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didn't get a chance to let him know
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Alsace is spinning fast and wine mixed with the tide
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please don't let my brain explode
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put the pointed pencil in the pepper-po
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and take a little sniff of the things below
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bring it to a boil and simmer low
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put the noodle on the griddle as it climbs the Grobe
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The Grobe
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